0 comments/ 16120 views/ 0 favorites Island Adventure Ch. 01 By: cntrliacpl I'm lying on the tanning deck in the middle of the lazy river/pool while the hubby goes into the grotto pool bar and gets us drinks - it's two-for-one this afternoon and I haven't had a drink in about fifteen years, so I figure one or two will be more than enough. He brings me the Bahama Mama, I taste it and it's really sweet . . . odd . . . I'm used to the old-fashioned Screwdrivers, Fuzzy Navels, etc . . . you know, strong alcohol taste with a little sweet. This is nothing like that. I drink it down, hand it back and ask for more. He's shocked, tells me I better slow down, but (of course) goes back for more. I tell him to try something different this time. He brings me a Yellow Bird. Just as sweet, but a better drink - yummy. All gone! This time, I go in and find one myself. I swim up to the bar, drink in the beautiful man behind the counter and peruse the drink menu. How about a Rum Runner? Make that two . . . it is two-for-one, right? He smiles, looks over at the islander on the "land side" of the bar and winks, then makes my drinks. I glance at the islander to see who the bartender was winking at. He's looking at me. Smiling. Maybe even laughing. I realize I have this ridiculous grin on my face. I swim out of the bar and try to wipe it off. It isn't going anywhere. I'm drawn like a moth to a flame back into the bar -- not just for my drinks, but also to get another glimpse of the islander. Adorable! The drinks are on the counter. I hate carrying drinks around. I down them both. I'm not actually feeling a thing. I figure all these years without drinking have left me immune to the effects of alcohol. The islander is still smiling at me. I smile back (like I could wipe that grin off my face anyway) and swim away. I am a happily married, one-man-woman, so I'm not entertaining any illicit thoughts . . . really . . . I'm about to climb out of the pool when I realize the world is a little off its axis. My hubby is grinning at me. He sees that it's hit me. He "helps" me over to a lounge chair by the side of the pool -- on the remote side where I can be in full sun, but don't have to communicate with anyone (tanning is serious business, you know). Then he goes to the front desk to take care of a few issues. I'm lying on my chair on my stomach when I hear someone yell, "You better turn over, Baby!" I look up and there's "My Islander" (yes, for some reason I'm now thinking of him as mine). He's standing on the bridge fifty feet away, smiling down at me. Then it hits me: I WANT HIM! Wow! I've never felt like this before; at least not that I can remember. I'm a married woman. I love my husband. How can I want this man I've never even spoken to? How can I have this intense attraction to someone other than my husband? I lie there and contemplate my licentious thoughts, but don't respond to My Islander. I can't. I don't trust myself. Not to mention, I can barely raise my head as the alcohol has really hit. The hubby comes back, tells me he's taken care of all the room issues and asks what I want to do now. I'm hot and horny after thinking about My Islander, so I tell him to come into the pool with me. They have these three mini grottos with jets and I want some "alone time" -- but I don't want to leave the pool, 'cause My Islander might come back. AJ has no idea what's going on in my head, but he's never turned down an invitation to the grottos, so in we go. They're nice and secluded -- you can swim into the opening but it's fairly private - just enough openness to tantalize AJ's exhibitionist side and just enough privacy that I'm willing to play. I push him up against the rock wall, his knees hit the seat, forcing him to sit, then I straddle him and begin passionately kissing him. He's caught quite off guard. I'm not usually this forward -- plus our sex life has nearly petered out in the last ten years, so where's all this coming from? (Not that he's going to ask, 'cause he doesn't want to jinx anything!) After a few minutes, I pull one of my shoulder straps down, grab his head and press it into my breast. As he's sucking and nibbling I feel the need to share the fact that I want My Islander. I'm still straddling him, so I know immediately how much he likes that comment! I ask him if I can HAVE My Islander. His cock throbs as he tells me no. I pull the other strap down and completely expose my top half. The couple swimming by looks away. I don't care. I'm on a mission. I have to get a "yes" . . . But still, he says no. I'm so hot I can't take it anymore. I pull the bottom of my suit aside and thrust him in. "Please, Baby!" "No, you know you don't really want that, Baby," he says. What does he know? True, in the past I've been a bit of a prude. But things have changed. I can tell. I won't regret this one. No way. "Please, Baby!" I demand, grinding against him for all I'm worth. I can tell he's loving me asking; he's getting harder, he's groaning, he's grabbing my ass so hard as he plunges in and out that I'm sure I'm going to have finger bruises. "No," he breathes, slamming it harder into my pussy. I can't take it anymore; I abandon all thoughts of My Islander and really get into the action in front of me. I'm not a quiet lover, so as people swim by, AJ has to put his hand over my mouth -- or better yet, muffle my cries with his kisses. The water is splashing all around us as we suddenly cum -- together. I feel his cock throbbing. My pussy is convulsing -- like it's trying to suck all that juice out of him -- and I collapse on his chest. Do I mention My Islander again? The alcohol has been worked out of my system with all the furious fucking. Maybe I don't want him as much as I thought, I tell myself . . . do I? More later . . . Island Adventure Ch. 02 I wake up, fearful I may be feeling the effects of my foray into Bahamian concoctions, and walk gingerly to the bathroom. Hmmm, no headache, no stomach ache, no aches whatsoever . . . except, what's this? There is an ache . . . down there . . . I've been dreaming . . . My Islander . . . oh my! That's not just an ache. That's a deep, inner longing. Oh wow. What a feeling! It's been a long time! (Nothing personal, Honey, but this is definitely something new!) I walk back to the bedroom, put on my swimsuit (remember, that tan is critical) and tell AJ I'll be out at the pool. Yes, the tan is critical, but since that's the only place I've seen My Islander, that's really what draws me out so early this morning. I lie down on my lounge chair and try to read. I can't concentrate. My eyes are roving the pool and surrounding grounds. Where is he? I just need a glimpse. Just a peek to remember what he looks like . . . all lumberjack-looking with broad shoulders, slim hips, SWEET ASS and just enough of a tummy that I know he'd be hitting my clit if he were slamming his cock inside me (isn't it weird that I thought that?). Sadly, I spend the entire morning at the pool and while I did acquire more tan, I didn't take care of that longing deep inside. I wander back to the room, do a little work on the computer, then AJ and I head to the ferry to find some lunch and shopping. On the way back, while we're waiting for the ferry, we grab a couple of Yellow Birds at the dockside bar. The ferry pulls up and what do I see? MY ISLANDER! My insides quiver with anticipation. I'm still FAR too vanilla to do anything but look, but OH HOW I LOOK! He's smiling at me already. I'm melting. Oh my gosh, I WANT THIS MAN! AJ doesn't even notice. How does he miss this? We get to the dock and I don't want to get off the ferry. I see My Islander is just cruising with his friend. He's not getting off. That means he won't be talking to me. He won't be telling me to turn over. He won't be smiling at me. I try to think of some excuse to head back to the port, but nothing comes to mind. I can hardly think, let alone speak. I walk by My Islander and dejectedly climb onto the dock. As we walk down the road to the resort, I can't resist one last look back. He's still smiling . . . quiver! AJ and I spend some more time at the pool and then remember there's a welcome party down at the pavilion by the ocean. We dress and go down to see what it's all about. I'm still sad that My Islander isn't around, so I sit in my chair and watch the festivities without much enthusiasm. AJ, on the other hand, volunteers to judge the dance contest. I'm watching the dancers when I see My Islander walk up to the other side of the pavilion. Yes! The smile is back on my face. AJ watches the dancers, I watch My Islander. He's watching right back. Oh my, the feelings coursing through my body. I'm tingling with excitement, but still too vanilla to think I'd actually act upon this . . . until the dance competition is over, the party is about to break up and I realize, My Islander is probably going to leave again. I can't let that happen! I rush over to him without even thinking and tell him he should be out on that dance floor. He smiles that oh-so-delicious smile at me and says he'd take me out there and let me "wine on him". I have no idea what he's talking about, but my brain has caught up with my body and I realize I'm coming on to him . . . and he's coming right back at me. Petrified, I run away. I grab AJ and take him out to the dance floor. I grab his hands and put them on my ass. We dance. I take another look at My Islander. He's grinning from ear to ear and heading my way. Horrors! I can't do it! It's "not right". I grab AJ's hand and take him out to the beach -- away from My Islander. I tell AJ about my conversation with My Islander and tell him how badly I want that man. He's excited -- again -- but still says no. He explains to me that in the past I've told him I wanted to do something, but then after we do it I feel guilty or regretful. He doesn't want that to happen again. This is too big of a step. I try to convince him it won't happen this time. He's not buying it. But he is loving the conversation and his cock is hard and throbbing, again! What! Twice in one week? That would be a record for us in the past ten years! But, sure enough, he takes me back to the room and, as I continue to try to convince him of my sincerity, he hits all those places in me that are longing for attention . . . we fall asleep in each other arms, spent from our lovemaking and I dream . . . More later . . . Island Adventure Ch. 03 So, Day Three comes and goes without event . . . and I mean WITHOUT EVENT! I didn't get to see My Islander all day. No matter where I looked, he wasn't there. It was a heartbreaking day. However, I couldn't let on to the hubby how dejected I felt about it. I didn't want him to think I didn't want or love him anymore. In fact, even without My Islander around, just thinking of him got me so aroused that I took the hubby back to the grotto for a little ride. So, I'm sure he wouldn't have minded knowing that he was just "filling in" for the time being. But then Day Four . . . I wake up early, head out to the pool, and lie down next to a lady I've been sunbathing with throughout week. We strike up a conversation and her husband joins us. They talk about what they've been doing on their vacation so far and my hubby joins us and tells us about another activity tonight that we should at least watch - if not attend. It's a dinner/party/bonfire, etc. It's a bit expensive and I'm a bit reserved (woefully shy, actually), so I know it won't be worth the money for me. These things are great if you're outgoing and willing to let your hair down . . . I cut mine off a long time ago. I know it's not going to be for me. But, we all agree to go together to dinner in the restaurant so we can watch. I've given up hope of seeing My Islander (not really, but I tell myself that), and spend the entire day at the pool. Then we change clothes and head to a wine tasting party that precedes dinner. It's in the same place as the Welcome Party, so I'm on the lookout and sure enough . . . here comes My Islander. His eyes are scanning the crowd and when he sees me, they stay on me and his smile grows wider. AJ sees me smiling and turns to see what's caught my attention. He scoots his chair closer to me, puts my hand on his crotch - he's hard! - and asks me what I'm thinking. I don't even stop to consider my words, I blurt out, "I want him!" He smiles. The couple from the pool have joined us . . . they don't know what I'm talking about and ask for clarification. I'm mortified! What have I done? I try to cover my blunder with some lame story about wanting My Islander to take us on a tour of the island. They buy it! Whew! We get up for dinner. I'm not hungry anymore. I'm near tears; I want My Islander so bad. He sees that we're heading out and he walks in our direction. What to say? Leave it to AJ to break the ice. He and My Islander begin talking. They walk in front of me and the other couple - thank God! I can stare at that sweet ass all the way to the restaurant. Sure enough, My Islander offers to take us on a private tour of the island. I'm screaming "yes" in my head, but leave it to AJ to set it up. He lets the moment pass without setting a time and we part company at the restaurant. I can't even focus on the conversation at the dinner table, where we've been joined by another couple, because I'm obsessing about My Islander. I lean over and ask AJ several times why he didn't set something up. He just smiles at me. I can't take it. I can't eat. I want to go out in search of him. I give away much of the food on my plate so I'm finished when AJ's done and we beg off from spending the rest of the night with our new friends. AJ leads me to the Registration Building where they have free drinks . . . I think he likes me being a little tipsy! He pours a couple and we walk around to the seating area - My Islander! Oh joy! My heart immediately begins pounding so hard I think everyone nearby can hear it. AJ sits down with My Islander and they talk about all kinds of things. I have no idea what . . . I'm an idiot. I'm just standing there, staring, (drooling I think!) dreaming of what I could do to him - and even more - what he could do to me! I think AJ's going to set up the tour . . . I can spend hours in the company of My Islander . . . but no! They discuss it a bit, but My Islander already has another obligation in the morning and isn't sure when he'll be back. Before I know it, AJ stands and says his goodbyes 'cause he's tired and ready for bed! What! I'm frantic! We can't go back to our room! I NEED MY ISLANDER (even if only to look at)! I've been standing, staring, dreaming and throbbing in all the right places for more than an hour! I tell AJ I'm not tired. My Islander laughs at me. AJ smiles. I tell AJ I don't want to go to bed. More laughter and smiles. What da deal is (as they say in the islands)?! I comment about last night, when I sat out on the deck for hours after AJ went to bed because I couldn't sleep (yes, I WAS looking for My Islander). Still nothing. No satisfaction. No invitation. No plan. Nothing. AJ takes my hand, bids My Islander farewell and takes me back to the room. All along the walk to the room, I'm asking him why he didn't set something up. "Why didn't you schedule the tour?" "I have his number, Baby. I can call him if we decide we really want to do it. " he answers. "What!?!?! What if he sets something else up in the meantime!?!?! What if he decides not to come back this way after his morning obligation? Baby, please, call him now and set something up." I demand. "Baby, you are the most important person in my life and I don't want to do anything that will jeopardize our relationship." He says. "I know you feel something now, but tomorrow you might change your mind. I couldn't live with it if you do something for which you'd later have regret. I just can't risk that." "Oh my gosh! I can't believe today is the day you decide to stand up for something. Wow!" I exclaim . . . but I can't stay angry with him. I mean, really, that's sweet of him, right? Besides, I've been pulsating with desire most of the day. I need that fire quenched! Don't get me wrong. I don't mean to say I don't love my husband. I ABSOLUTELY DO. But, as I've said before, in the past ten years, our sex life has been pretty non-existent, so anything that jeopardizes my getting lucky tonight is simply out of the question. I need him! He knows my desire. He sees my need and I can see that he's excited. It's a whole new thing for us. We strip one another's clothes off as soon as we get in the room. He lies me on the bed, kisses me (and he's a VERY GOOD kisser), then begins kissing his way down to that part of me that's screaming loudest. As he flicks his tongue back and forth across my clit, he starts asking questions . . . "What do you want him to do, Baby?" "Fuck me!" I breath. (Real creative, right!?) I can't believe I even said that! I don't usually use that word. But, my desire is so strong, I just can't help myself. I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME! Back and forth we go; he asks a question, I answer in near desperation. He rises above me, begins spanking my clit with his hard cock and I'm already near explosion. He thrusts it inside me and I scream in the throes of a massive orgasm. Wow! I can feel my muscles squeezing, clenching, sucking his cock . . . he cries out and follows me in release. We fall asleep (yes, I actually sleep) in one another's arms . . . and dream again . . . More later . . .